Even if nobody else is going to use this thread, I will.
It's funny how your day can go from great to "I'd love to shoot myself". Epic. Fail. I feel like a fool. Like I've let my team down.
I hate my life.
Did I get distracted by seeing a certain someone in a tux? I think yes. Not even a cursory glance from the other, came my way. I had vowed never to get distracted from my true task by this certain someone.
Vows are made to be broken.
So now I have no ticket. If I just rock up to the ball tomorrow, will I get a seat? I will if I disturb the multitude of girls in their "wedding" frocks, to receive one from a friend, who similarly looks like she is about to say "I do".
Seems I can't have a high, without having a low. I somewhat correctly call these, my bipolar days.
And something will go wrong tomorrow. Hopefully its to do with my journey, rather than the ball.
I'm pinning my hopes on seeing that certain someone in a tux.